Armed with the operational data compiled from his first run, Togekiss required negligible processing time to smoothly navigate the structural twists of the maze, guiding Feng Che straight into the absolute central platform of the Altar of the Moone.
The structural layout of the lunar shrine shared an exceptionally dense morphological alignment with the solar monument. However, a major environmental divergence was present—the ancient iron torches lining these cyclopean walls were burning with a soft, haunting, ghostly-blue luminescence.
Anchored in absolute stasis dead-center of the lunar platform was the parallel sentinel of the ruins—Primal Unown W.
Siphoning the falling starlight across its slate-colored lines, the glyph pulsed with an identical, star-blue energetic signature.
"Young Challenger, does your station authorize the initialization of the Trial Matrix?"
"Should your vanguard successfully demonstrate the required combat parameters to clear my assessment, my core will permanently unseal the definitive spatial gateway leading straight back into the primary Pokémon world."
The exact millisecond the prophetic prompt finalized, the cosmic glyph's atomic data violently twisted and expanded, rewriting its structural parameters to materialize a pristine Lunala directly across the airspace.
The emissary of the moon boasted a massive, skeletal, bat-like physical frame. Its colossal wings were elegantly inlaid with sweeping golden crescent-moon arcs, their terminal branch points anchoring heavy, star-shaped metallic crucifixes that shimmered in the dim light.
Its skull was remarkably compact, gracefully cradled and elevated by a flared, high-collar bone shroud that meticulously mirrored a traditional vampiric mantle.
The upper half of its cranial visor was composed of a deep, midnight-blue cosmic field, inside of which an endlessly shifting map of stellar constellations danced. Dead-center of its primary torso sat an exposed, high-purity internal light source that functioned as its core engine.
When unchaining its ultimate Full Moon phase, a shallow, crimson-tinted third eye would fracture open across its forehead, while the internal stellar maps stretched into sharp, longitudinal beams of pure energy.
Fanning its colossal wings to their absolute maximum physical limits, the golden crescent-moon arcs lining its feathers would interlock to forge a flawless, seamless circle, while the outward-facing spikes of the silver crucifixes systematically dissolved into the energy field.
"Incineroar has already burned considerable output clearing the solar gauntlet. Under these parameters, your station will assume the vanguard line. Go, Greninja!"
Feng Che smoothly unclipped a luxury capsule, deploying his ninja frog onto the flagstones.
Greninja immediately dropped into a low, coiled stalking posture, its sharp optical sensors tracking the massive shadow of Lunala as it prepared to launch its offensive cascade.
Lunala slowly unhinged its jaws, projecting a piercing, deafening acoustic screech that vibrated relentlessly through the limestone pillars of the shrine.
Feng Che adjusted his visor, watching as the hundreds of independent Minior cores floating across the upper airspace began violently fracturing and detonating like a synchronized grid of cosmic fireworks under the sheer acoustic pressure.
The pristine starlight released by the exploding cores was systematically drawn down, siphoned straight into Lunala's internal light engine to act as a massive kinetic multiplier.
Its baseline velocity indices scaled at a preposterous rate.
Transforming into a succession of independent, ghostly-blue stream-phantoms, the lunar bat began tearing through the high vault air at impossible speed. Its massive pinions shed a continuous, shimmering trail of silver-moon cosmic stardust, leaving the empty airspace painted with thick lines of glowing indigo energy.
"Greninja, overwrite their tracking lines—Double Team!"
Greninja executed a rapid, repeating sequence of horizontal and vertical displacement leaps. The exact millisecond its boots locked back into stasis, over a hundred high-fidelity shadow clones had completely saturated the floor plates of the Altar of the Moone.
The hundred phantoms deployed entirely distinct behavioral loops.
Several independent Greninja lazily uncurled their long tongue-scarves with mocking indifference.
Parallel clones unsheathed twin, razor-sharp blades of highly compressed fluid from their palms.
The remaining phantoms idly spun massive, high-velocity Water Shurikens across their fingertips, formatting an absolute psychological gridlock.
Confronted by such an immense density of shifting biological signatures, Lunala's tactical sub-routines experienced a brief processing delay.
Unable to cleanly isolate the authentic target, it opened its maw wide, unchaining a maximum-yield Snarl straight down the center line.
A monumental wave of dark, concussive sound waves rippled violently through the atmosphere, the intense acoustic friction instantaneously popping and vaporizing dozens of Greninja clones into harmless water foam.
Yet, an even greater volume of shadow phantoms remained completely unblemished across the perimeter. Without a single millisecond of delay, Greninja fluidly executed a secondary replication loop, instantly replacing every single liquidated node on the board.
It fixed a deeply arrogant, intensely mocking stare straight toward the sky-bat—an overt psychological taunt demonstrating that regardless of how many clones the monarch erased, its system would effortlessly restock the field.
"Heh, look at that... Greninja is starting to flex its ego on the field."
"That was a textbook, maximum-potency application of Swagger, wasn't it?" Feng Che chuckled softly under his breath.
Swagger systematically weaponized intense psychological provocation to forcefully manipulate the opponent's nervous system. While the heretical methodology aggressively spiked the target's baseline physical attack torque, it simultaneously flooded their cognitive loops with volatile friction, forcing their judgment into total, unmitigated Confusion.
Lunala fanned its massive wings, gliding through the high vaults as its movement metrics accelerated to a terrifying peak under the psychological agitation.
A fraction of a second ago, its flight vector could still be loosely tracked by standard sensors. Now, its physical chassis blurred so severely that even Feng Che's advanced psychokinetic aura struggled to map its real-time coordinates.
Relying entirely on its highly refined Dynamic Vision sub-routines, Greninja barely intercepted a faint, ghostly-blue distortion screaming down a direct terminal trajectory toward its flank.
Without a single millisecond of hesitation, it threw its body into a frantic, low-profile roll across the flagstones.
BOOM!
A colossal concussive shockwave hit the floorboards right where its boots had been anchored, the sheer kinetic displacement grinding dozens of its remaining shadow clones into vaporized foam within a microsecond.
The ghostly-blue silhouette re-aligned its vector, rocketing back down the channel to finalize the kill.
Fortunately, Greninja's combat reflexes were exceptional; it had already hard-coded a high-purity Substitute phantasm to absorb the brunt of the execution while its real physical mass dissolved cleanly into the dark limestone shadows.
Lunala beat its massive pinions, its gargantuan physical frame abruptly dissolving out of the material plane.
"The target has unsealed Shadow Sneak to map an inverse ambush route through the lower dimensions! Guard your blind spot, Greninja!" Feng Che barked across the link, his tone sharp.
Greninja's palms instantly erupted with twin, glowing fluid daggers. Without spinning its head, it executed a savage, reverse blind-stab straight down into the center axis of its own physical shadow—authorizing an uncompromised Night Slash.
SCREECH—!!
A sharp, high-pitched structural shriek of absolute agony echoed from the darkness under its boots.
Lunala's gargantuan, bat-like chassis was forcefully dragged back into the material plane, its massive form materializing directly over Greninja's position. A pristine, high-velocity water dagger was driven cleanly through the primary muscle fibers of its left wing pinion.
Writhing against the elemental trauma, Lunala unhinged its maw, unleashing a desperate Dark Pulse cascade that sent dozens of volatile, obsidian energy spheres raining down across the quadrant.
The black plasma orbs hovered menacingly around Greninja's coordinates.
The lunar monarch let out a cruel, predatory hiss, its needle-sharp fangs catching the ghostly-blue torchlight to gleam with a chilling, deathly malice.
DETONATE!
The obsidian spheres exploded in a rapid, continuous sequence of heavy, concussive explosions that tore the flagstones apart.
Yet, mid-way through the roaring explosion, Lunala suddenly registered a severe, highly unexpected structural anomaly—a slick, muscular, high-velocity tongue-scarf had forcefully slapped across its right facial plate.
Before its processors could register the contact, the tongue wrapped tightly around its throat lining like a high-tensile steel cable, violently compressing its respiratory tract until its internal engine nearly suffered a total airflow blackout.
During the exact millisecond the Dark Pulse spheres initialized their detonation sequence, Greninja had thrown its long tongue forward, anchoring the muscle over a distant stone pillar.
By leveraging the immense retraction torque of the tongue, its body was cleanly launched out of the blast radius before the heat could register against its hide.
Taking advantage of the spatial momentum, Greninja vaulted gracefully onto Lunala's exposed spine, unchaining an unrestricted, close-quarters flurry of physical slashes down its vertebrae.
"An unfortunate limitation... A Mythic asset of Lunala's archetype requires an unrestricted, high-altitude sky track to safely project its maximum-yield orbital arts."
"Forcing its containment within the narrow, restricted boundaries of a subterranean ruin allows a high-agility, close-quarters skirmisher like Greninja to completely neutralize its options," Feng Che analyzed, shaking his head.
Lunala thrashed erratically through the smoky pillars of the ruin, its skin strobing with a dense, ominous black light.
The energy metrics indicated it was desperately attempting to clear the charging parameters to force an emergency deployment of its signature art—Moongeist Beam.
"Execute the final overwrite, Greninja! Close the ledger!"
Feng Che's Greninja commanded a material combat tier that noticeably eclipsed even his Primal Incineroar; during its historical campaign across the deep marine shelves, its cell walls had systematically siphoned and permanently integrated a substantial allocation of the divine essence harvested from the high-order Oceanic Sea-Fiend Core.
Greninja raised its right water dagger, injecting its entire remaining chakra reserves into the blade before driving the lance straight through the central cranial visor of the lunar monarch.
CRACK—!
The Low-Tier Champion Lunala avatar shattered instantaneously, its entire physical chassis exploding into millions of magnificent, cascading particles of star-blue light.
Greninja dropped gracefully back onto the stone floor, its knees flexing smoothly to absorb the momentum. Clutched securely within its webbed palms were a fresh, heavy capture sphere and a jagged, glowing stone that radiated a deep, ghostly-blue lunar aura.
"Impeccably executed, partner. Take a well-earned rest."
Following the total structural liquidation of both Primal Unown U and Primal Unown W, the raw volume of ancient psychokinetic frequency siphoned into Feng Che's core scaled exponentially, permanently sharpening his own reality-warping capacities.
"Return for now, Greninja."
Feng Che carefully transferred the newly secured Pokémon Egg and the glowing lunar catalyst straight into the absolute centerpiece of Shaymin's Life Greenhouse.
He had manually engineered a highly fortified, isolated security sector dead-center of the greenhouse meadows, designed specifically to preserve his most critical legendary resource caches and embryonic mythic cores.
"The twin components of Cosmog are officially secured within my house. Let us exit this coordinate grid."
He stepped firmly through the newly unhinged, stable spatial corridor, his silhouette dissolving as he navigated the return vector straight back to the tropical shores of the Alolan mainland.
The Battle Royal of Melemele
The exact millisecond his boots cleared the dimensional exit, stepping onto the sun-baked docks of Melemele Island, Feng Che's sensory arrays locked onto a highly unique combat signature nearby.
A short distance down the beach, a burly, powerful man wearing a highly stylized, snarling tiger wrestling mask was actively coordinating a high-intensity conditioning drill alongside his personal Incineroar.
It was none other than Professor Kukui, operating under his legendary underground persona—the Masked Royal.
The seasoned Alolan researcher abruptly halted his training, his sharp gaze cutting across the sand to lock onto the cloaked teenager.
"An exceptionally formidable, unlisted commander..." the Masked Royal murmured, a wide, confident grin splitting his features as he adjusted his wrestling mask. "While my data banks hold zero intelligence regarding what high-level corporate agenda guided your vessel to the Alolan shores, my eyes register absolutely zero malice within your stance."
"What say your house to a casual, off-the-books exhibition match on the sand? Let us sample the metrics of the Outside tracks!" The Alolan champion raised his fist, throwing down a direct, hot-blooded challenge.